“No way.”
“Way!”
“No way!”
“Yes way!”
In hindsight, this was one of the more cogent arguments used by my best bud, Rick, to enter his parent’s closet. Maybe we were stoned at the time. Like, mind-meltingly stoned.
It’s the way into another dimension, said Rick. Enter the closet, close the door, cross over.
I didn’t believe him but I was curious. Hey! I was stoned! And it’s useless trying to construct rational arguments with lead head. In I went.
I might still be in there. Here. Somewhere, anyway.
Am I living another life or am I tripping balls?
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